[Verse: Budreau]

You can’t just sit there and proceed to tell me that losing a dog ain’t the worst fucking thing

Pet or a vet, just chasing around and calling for their name is a curse for a king

No ones deserving of stings that badly

God has been jerking my strings that’ll end up shaping my figure like a corset. Man, it hurts just to think

Buy a Corvette or purchase a ring and people assume you learn not to cling

Boy that’s absurd to the brink when even in dreams they burn, no reverts with a blink

Just thought I’d lay you to rest inside of this metaphorical urn with my ink but...

Senior dance for me was too irrelevant

Best friеnd got prom king though, had to celebrate

Arrivеd on time with other buddies of mine and vehemence struck my skeleton harder than an elephant

A non so pleasant surprise I suppose

Love’s in the air, so why are my emotions racing yet unknown?

Who am I kidding: the reason is basically up close

At times my mind thinks about how to prosper without the one you love most

So what’d my hours get utilized for on prom night?

Just stood in the parking lot, dazzled by the starlight

Hoping for an answer to the far cry, but in my head I knew what she was saying

It went on like...

What does it take to generate joy? Take yesterday’s ploy and blend that with heavyweight boys like my amigos

Having your vice be ego brings doom, thank god they’re my finest heroes

Kapanol with no cap in mind

Relieve most pain from these tragic times

Battle cries aren’t needed; they reach out when I’m dismal

Far from a city of tears, I don’t want Ismas

Bonfires and beer might’ve jumpstarted my songwriting career

Hot wire the fear of isolation and bury it deep

Taught me to put trust in others and share what I eat

Food for thought is a metaphor, but do I wanna ponder if I’ll be with em’ at heaven’s door?

Stack of six canvases wrapped in plastic; the odd one holds the album cover

Skeleton head is split; I’ll be stuck in this corrupted fucking world without another

My hidden truth was a result from the forbidden fruit getting lodged inside of Adam’s gullet

Light clutches thy, but death notes that anything can happen now: no more self thralldom, sucka

An amalgam of the wickedness and innocence. This body I seize is the outcome from it

Malcolm brother, left as the medium

Can’t talk my way out of a choice in the void, so all that remained was delirium

Been more lenient to acting devious, expect around the folks

Accepting crowns of thorns

Burdens resulted from burnt ends that can’t be washed away with bourbon

Pray to Christ I won’t fall victim to alcoholism

Cerebrum filled with small quizzes about adapting to a world not tied to God’s system

How come I ain’t connected to my own reflection?

Thought lessons and questions would arrive when I’d learn to accept ‘em

I pray progression won’t collapse: got plenty off my chest, unlike Doja Cat

My goal for rap is to please my fans

But unless the image is jeopardized by leopard eyes, then I don’t believe I can